Was it the contrast between two men, which unaccountably sent a thrill of disappointment, almost of apprehension, through her heart?
She was angry with Lambert, bitterly angry because he was kind and gentle and long-suffering, whilst the other was violent, even brutal at times.
"I must repeat, master, that I have no need of your escort," she said haughtily, "I have no fear of marauders, nor yet of prowling beasts.

And for the future I should be grateful to you," she added, conscious of her own cruelty, determined nevertheless to be remorselessly cruel, "if you were to cease that system which you have adopted of late--that of spying on my movements." "Spying ?" The word had struck him in the face like a blow.

And she, womanlike, with that strange, impulsive temperament of hers, was not at all sorry that she had hurt him.

Yet surely he had done her no wrong, save by being so different from the other man, and by seeming to belittle that other in her sight, against her will and his own.
"I am grieved, believe me," she said coldly, "if I seem unkind ...

but you must see for yourself, good master, that we cannot go on as we are doing now....